Originally Posted by powdr
I used to sit on the edge of the street and wait for my Dad to come home from the lease when I was 5. He finally took me on my first hunt when I was 7 or 8 to a little place called Doss between Mason and Fredricksburg. I was hooked from that weekend on in 1958. I can't believe I'm on the down hill side of my hunting career but God has blessed me w/a wonderful heritage and an exciting hobby. powdr


Another Amen from the back row....!


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